The wind and snow outside Shangyang City are so weak and gentle.

In contrast, there are blizzards and hail that are not blooming for half a month in the extreme north, which are so cruel and ruthless.

Almost all the cattle and sheep were frozen to death, and most of the newborn children in Beiwu died.

The snow was dug through half a person's height, and there was no turf on the wet ground.

For the rare pastures at several craters, the warriors in Beiwu continued to fight and fight for the internal friction.

Many small tribes have completely disappeared from that barren and desolate land.

Riding on the red-blooded black dragon horse left by my father, the Iron Thunder Platform was wearing a fiery red fur coat, looking at the majestic city not far away in the wind and snow.

Under the low black clouds, this huge royal city is like a sleeping giant beast. Its breathing and sucking and spitting stirs the wind and thunder between the world.

It is so noble and sacred.

It's like nothing can shake its dignity.

"My father is right, it is the most precious prey in this world." Tieletai looked at the city in front of him with ambition, and the desire that surged in his heart made him want to take it for himself.

Its greatness, magnificence and prosperity are the most deadly temptation.

With a wave of his hand, the five horn players behind him walked to the front of the entire team, holding the huge beast horns.

Woo...!

The loud and desolate trumpet sounded outside the vast royal capital.

This is the call of the warriors in Beiwu who are about to attack their prey.

They used the sound of trumpets to warn the prey in the mountains and forests, and also woke up the beasts sleeping soundly under the ice.

This is the awe of the people of Beiwu for all living beings in heaven and earth, and their greed for the prey originating from the soul.

Before the city gate could be closed, it was stopped by a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites who rushed over.

They were originally waiting for Zhaodemen to the north.

However, unexpectedly, the group of Beiwu people changed their route temporarily and actually came to Xuanwu Gate on the east side.

Among the officials of the Ministry of Rites, some people heard the meaning of the horn, but their faces remained unchanged, and they still greeted the people of Beiwu with a smile like spring breeze.

His vicious eyes were aimed at the thin green-robed officials who were "hijacked" among the Beiwu crowd. They were originally responsible for guiding the people in Beiwu to arrange for the entry of the Beiwu people into the city.

Officials of the Ministry of Rites did not condemn the previous horn sound.

If this matter is made public, the people from the Ministry of War will cause trouble again.

The credit they received was gone.

Why not let these barbarians and barbarians in Beiwu be arrogant for a while?

Anyway, they are just fat on the chopping board.

"Your envoy changed his route and did not notify him in time. I'm afraid it's not appropriate!" Among the officials of the Ministry of Rites, an official who was familiar with Beiwu dialect stood up on behalf of many officials and said.

But I heard Tieleitai use a well-known official language and said: "I heard that the Ant Forest Army set out from Xuanwu Gate and went to Beiwu to fight with me Beiwu. Destroying the Ant Forest Army is the greatest honor for me Beiwu people. When we come here, we must accept our glory."

Tieleitai's words were like a sharp weapon, mercilessly tearing the wounds that all the officials present deliberately ignored.

A young official from the Ministry of Rites couldn't help but say, "But in the end, I won a great victory, and you were defeated, and you came to surrender and seek peace."

"The wolf and eagle that pulled out the claws are the most fattest prey." A Beiwu warrior said loudly in Beiwu dialect with a hometown accent.

Some of the officials from the Ministry of Rites may understand.

Or maybe... I really didn't understand.

Standing in front, leading the officials to welcome the Minister of Rites Pei Qingwen, the Minister of Rites who came to Beiwu, said in a gentle and kind tone: "Since you have changed your route to Xuanwu Gate, then... go in from Xuanwu Gate! The Ministry of Rites has prepared a place for you to stay in Naxianfang, near the imperial city in Gen District. On the night of Qingfeng, the Holy Emperor will summon all the foreign envoys at Shenquetai."

The Night of Celebration is the last night before the end of the year.

Every night, the people of the country will hang wheat ears or other crops at the door, symbolizing the harvest this year.

And Shangyang City will of course be more lively.

The Great Holy Emperor will order the opening of the Divine Bird Platform in the Imperial City.

The Divine Bird Platform is five hundred feet high, with a total of 1,800 steps.

And each step is a hundred meters wide.

The Divine Que Platform has eight sides. At the highest point of the Divine Que Platform, the nine-headed Divine Bird that is Xingli is worshipped.

Therefore, even if nearly half of the people in the city flock to this divine bird platform, they can theoretically be barely accommodated.

The Holy Emperor Dabi decided to summon the envoy from Beiwu on the night of Qingfeng.

Since we are leaving them alone, we will give us a warning.

It is also necessary to show your merits in front of the ministers and officials, as well as the people in the city on the night of Qingfeng.

Of course, to avoid some ‘accidents’.

In the past few days, relevant officials of the Ministry of Rites have to spend time with these people from the Northern Wu and survey and persuade them.

If necessary, some threats or inducements can be carried out appropriately.

Looking at the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the Beiwu people from this brigade were extremely enthusiastic about entering the city.

Lin Shang loosened the hilt of the knife around his waist.

The two soldiers following him were breathing a long breath at the same time, but their faces were still pale.

Compared with those Beiwu warriors with big waists and round waists and imposing momentum, these soldiers who were only responsible for guarding the city gates were not much different in terms of their length, but the gap in courage was huge.

Although there are hundreds of monks in Shangyang City.

However, there are not as many true practitioners as they imagined.

In addition to the fact that practitioners must require qualifications and consume resources, it is also because it is difficult to get started with practice and even more difficult to practice.

All the materials consumed are various costs, as well as personal energy and time.

Most ordinary people have exhausted their all their strength and exhausted just to survive.

How can I still have time to improve myself and change my destiny through practice?

When the people of Beiwu completely disappeared behind the city gate.

The originally solidified atmosphere finally became active again.

Even more active than before.

"The people of Beiwu look at the arrogant, let's see how embarrassed they are on the night of Qingfeng."

"I heard that the mountain dance of women in Beiwu is very wonderful and magnificent. If we are lucky, we can't say we can still appreciate it!" Someone shouted loudly, as if there was no such thing as the person who was scared to breathe just now.

A pig slayer who usually kills pigs outside the city and transports pork to the city every day said, "Can women in Beiwu look better than our big girls? I think those men in Beiwu wear women's clothes and dance for us, that's really good."

The sounds of laughter around me began to become increasingly dense.

"Everyone! It depends on the kindness of the Holy Emperor. I remember that decades ago, the people of Beiwu went south to rob, and wherever they passed... it was like no grass left! How barbaric and cruel. Even such a cruel person would be tamed by us. This is a prosperous scene!" An old man who seemed to have a story said with red eyes.

"You are right, we are thriving and prosperous, and it is a prosperous era!" There were also many people around us shouting.

Suddenly, someone said: "If there were no ants forest army, it would be difficult to see such a scene."

The city gate suddenly became quiet.

The noise and noise that had been before seemed to have been suddenly stuck in my throat.

The excitement and excitement dissipated like phantoms and dreams.

Lin Shang looked at the people around him.

They are all the most ordinary people.

They didn't speak, but they all had nostalgia and desire to speak but stopped in their eyes.
Chapter completed!